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School has
already started, but our road
trip and all of the tasty treats we tried remain on my mind and the tip of
my tongue. After eating our way though part of Maine’s coast, we had to make
the return to NJ. But, before we got back, we stopped in Boston to make the
drive home from Bar Harbor, ME, easier and more delicious.
We got to Boston
pretty late. We needed a bite even after yummy
snacks on our way south, so thanks to yelp, we ended up at East Side Bar & Grill for some
robust Italian Bolognese, over-stuffed rollatini, and a massive burger with too
many French fries. It felt familiar and a nice break from all the fresh seafood
we had been devouring (I think we indulged in a little too much lobster, if
that’s a thing).
There was no
shortage of places for some brunching in Boston, which made decisions even more
difficult. With a little waffle from the hotel’s free breakfast, we were better
able to pick a place, and ultimately waited a bit for a table. North Street Grille was packed for
Sunday brunch. The sidewalk outside of the small eatery was crawling with patient,
yet hungry people. Inside was just as busy. The menu has a mix of whimsy and
classic, with a twist of over-the-top. We started with the Boston cream French
toast sticks, which were super fried, super crunchy, and greasy, while filled
with a sweet custard and accompanied by syrupy chocolate. The short rib
Benedict was a special that day; it was hearty, meaty, and a classic with more
potatoes than necessary. We also had the corned beef omelet, filled to brimming
with salty corned beef and topped with an inordinate amount of cheese. It was
good with fluffy eggs and potato hash to soak up the grease. In the end, it was
loud as mimosas and brunchy drinks kept flowing for the other guests. We left
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The day was hot,
but the amphibious Duck Tour gave us some cool views on the water and some
great history lessons on land.
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After wandering
around town, we stumbled on a Roost
Bistro on Newbury Street. Word on the street is “it has a great reputation”
(We literally overheard this on the busy street.). We arrived three minutes after the doors opened for Sunday
dinner, or what we thought was dinner. Apparently we did not get the full
dinner menu, missing specials and entrees that even after eating made our
mouths water. Looking at the menu we were given in the empty restaurant, we
decided on a burrata salad with thick balsamic, bright rounds of acidic
tomatoes, and a heft heap of spicy arugula. After all of our seafood
adventures, another salad was in order. This was a sweet and savory spinach
salad, with juicy red strawberries and tangy, salty feta. For a main, I had the
bison burger with sautéed onions, creamy brie, and green arugula—salty, greasy,
not quite delicious enough to be so pretentious. The pork chop main was
wholesome and classic, but skinny on the meat. Dessert was an odd mix of
unexpected and almost thawed. The service was spotty and casual, the early hour
perhaps, hopefully.
Thankfully, I spied
a trio devouring melty ice cream out of the most whimsical, delicious-looking
cones. With a little quick research, we were able to figure out where those
lip-smacking cones. Of course, we made a plan to go to Emack
and Bolio after dinner to get our paws on some ice cream. I decided to get
some Cookie Monster ice cream—a mix of cookies n cream and chocolate chip
cookie dough— in a krispie treat- adorned waffle cone. Both the cone and ice
cream were out-of- control scrumptious, almost worth the seven bucks.
The ice cream
was definitely a sweet ending to our short jaunt in Boston. Hope we can take a
trip up again soon and taste all the sights.
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